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I live here in a keep called Inghis, the most guarded keep in Alnoria, at the age of 14. Not many children live here, and those that do become friends immediately. The only ones that I know of are Heather and Peter. Heather is lightly tan, my age, she has dark brown hair that goes halfway down her back, and gorgeous blue eyes that I can never look away from. She’s basically a living dream. And Peter is just an incredibly pale 9 years old boy with short black hair that’s always pointed up. I am about to travel to another keep called Sedhan to visit my aunt Vera and my mom Ariel with my father Duncan.
“Daniel are you ready?” shouts Duncan from outside the keep.
“Yah, I just need to find my backpack,” I yell, hoping he could hear me. I look at myself in the mirror and see two legs, and two arms. Always a good sign. I have light brown wavy hair that always went to the side, deep green eyes, and I’m several inches taller than anyone else at my age. I admire my looks for a minute, and then notice my bag hanging from the door. I pull it on and run to the gate while waving to my friends, Heather and Peter.
I get on and start ravaging through the backpack, trying to find something to eat. I find some half-burnt fish at the bottom of it, and I start eating my away around the burnt part.
We were on a caravan being pulled by a small bound dragon, which looked as if he didn’t know anything besides this, this demeaning work that no dragon should do.
“Do you remember what we told you son?” asked Duncan
“Stay at aunt Vera’s house,” I answer, reaching for the last apple in the food crate. I bite into the apple thinking about what to do in Sedhan.
“I have some coins if you need them,” Duncan asked, poking me in the ribs.
I laughed, and then pointed to the bird in the sky, circling us like a vulture, “what is that dad?” I yawn.
My dad moved over to my spot, squinting his eyes he looked closely at the bird’s features, it’s wings and tail. “Dragon!” A guard yelled, pulling out a massive axe with deep purple dragon scales on the body of it. It seemed to shine a faint dark glow, I remember seeing something glowing like it in Peter’s house. I discard the thought and focus back on what’s going on.
I look back up at this humongous dragon, more like a huge red beast than a bird. I notice it getting closer every spiral, and I see a dark shadows steaming off of it’s scaly hide. The guard hands me a small knife that shone like his axe, and I go out of the caravan to face the dragon.
I go outside and run up to this mighty beast knife in hand yelling, “Go away!”
“No little one,” it says, spraying me with some kind of purple gas.
I force myself not to breathe, and I run around, trying to find a way out. I slash aimlessly with my knife, hoping to hit something. I feel like I’m sucking the lungs out my body, I decide to breath, just enough as to not do any harm, for what would one tiny breath of gas do. I take that small breath and darkness overcomes me.
I wake from my knife falling out of its sheath. I look around the chamber I’ve been kept in, and all the walls are polished, like warped mirrors. There is a skeleton to the right of me, and a bag next to it. I run over to the bag to find it filled with trinkets that shine brightly, and I choose to take it with me instead of leaving it with the dragon, and I slide the knife the guard gave me into the bag. I hear breathing, and I
It doesn't really do paragraphs well in the forum, so it's not me who is making everything squished together.
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